She remained in this reverie for some time, but was at last aroused by the entrance, unannounced, of a handsome young man dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant, when she started up, and meeting him, said in a half-vexed, half-playful tone: 

“Oh, Harry! why did you not come earlier?  I have been waiting for your arrival over an hour!”

“Excuse me, dearest,” he answered.  “I was just on the point of starting from my office when I received a mass of orders from regimental headquarters, which detained me until a few minutes ago.  You must, therefore,” he continued, “excuse me for this once, and I shall not offend again,” and as he spoke he parted the hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss upon her lips.

“I forgive you for this time,” she answered, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with her fan; “but the next offence I will not be so likely to excuse.”

“I will take good care not to offend again, then,” he laughingly said.

The conversation continued for some time in this light way, which lovers will sometimes indulge in, when, assuming a serious countenance, she spoke to him: 

“When does your regiment leave for Virginia?”

“I hardly know,” he replied, “if it will go to Virginia at all.  The Colonel informs me that it is likely the regiment will be sent to Tennessee; so if it is sent there, I will be nearer than you thought.”

“What a horrid thing war is!” she said, without appearing to notice his last remarks.

“You are not inclined to show the white feather now, are you?” he said, laughing.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled for a moment, as if repudiating the question; then lowering them she answered:  “No, indeed.  I would not have a single one that I love remain at home while the Abolitionists are invading our homes.”

“Spoken like a brave girl and a true Southern woman,” he replied, “and I shall remember your words when I go into battle.  It will nerve and inspire me to fight with redoubled courage, when I recollect that I am battling for you.”  As he spoke he gazed at her with mingled pride and affection, and for some minutes they remained gazing at each other with that affection which springs from

    “Two souls with but a single thought—­
     Two hearts that beat as one.”

Oh, Love! ye goddess of all that is blissful and elevating in man!  How thy devotees bow down to thy shrine and offer all that they possess to purchase but a smile from thee!  And when you have cast your favors on some happy mortal, and the pure feeling of affection becomes centered on woman, the fairest flower from Eden, how should not mankind cherish the gift you have bestowed upon him, and look upon it as the first and priceless object on earth, and but second to one above in heaven!

The lovers remained in this silence, which spoke more than words could have done, until the entrance of a tall and venerable looking gentleman of about fifty years of age.  As soon as he entered, they rose up together, the young lady addressing him as “father,” and the young man as “doctor.”